A Poem for all - THE HEARSE SONG
Don't you laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in big white sheets,
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box,
They cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
then your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
Worms play pinnacle on you snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, 
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.
Your stomach turns into a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread that on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead.
 
This was taken from SCARY STORIES to TELL in the DARK 

Look at drawings i did during my childhood (Judge for yourself here)

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